I have changed my mind...

The things that interested me in the past don't mean anything to me anymore. I don't love Jamaican artists again. Some jamaican music doesn't sound good in my ears again. I barely listen to any music. Especially not gangsters that sing about guns, sex, or degrading things... I'm not a Rastafarian. I don't even like weed anymore. My hair doesn't have dreadlocks. And I do not speak Patois. Right now I'm trying to find myself again. With this medication, it feels impossible. So I'm observing my old "crazy" videos. I had fun making them. But I used way to much Lyft last summer, that´s why I had hiccups.. What do you expect, when you lock a person up? I had absolutely nothing to do and also in prison they very often use Nicotine. Anything to make the time pass.

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